Poems on the topic: water

Poems on the topic “water” on Poets.by.

ContemplativeDave Bonta

In Cuba

the old monstrous god of bodkin and thimble broke open till all was out I saw no paper question it as silver as music the water here we find the town beside the fort a contingency unsettled in sand news here in Cuba signifies little but to say that something comes
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Beachcomber

morning like a counterfeit bill but the sea is the sea a dozen white gloves go quiet playing at cards I walk a while attending the talk of water
DreamyDave Bonta

Perspective

water or ground which was our sure boat the wind in a sail one of them is speaking
SadDave Bonta

Geophilic

a reed is nothing in the world of a mole but the pain of the stone makes bloody water
CheerfulDave Bonta

Vita aquatica

all go by water talk to the water desire to get in water a dress of ten thousand hands the water received the water and they made a great deal of joy this day I left my harp for a city of herring
DreamyDave Bonta

Resonance

at night a body begins to ring I love a cold moon it being dangerous to walk on water
AngryDave Bonta

Talk like a pirate (2)

I met a sea captain telling stories of slaves: how they pay for the water they drink, how they eat on their feet, how they are all slaves to industry and other work is counted a crime. I drank a great deal with him, my head aching.
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Flood

Water over the fields—a rank maze. We found after great patience in the water, a costly catch: ling and wonder.
CheerfulDave Bonta

Torrential

Waters deaf and most amorous make bad company. Water fell, choosing places to keep with great authority. Captains of the fleet coming cap in hand went home with a hose.
SadDave Bonta

Wrecked

I found other weather— poor ship that I have been— under water. In search of peace I stayed there and drank in the sea.
AngryDave Bonta

Heartless

Foul water in my house— a ship on a fen. I force the doctor to fetch for his salary my heart.
DreamyDave Bonta

Deep time

Morning of green water and agate knife— the first barber— stayed so long that we let tomorrow go.

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